Musings and thoughts of Published Author Denise Belinda McDonald

I want it, eh maybe

Let me let you in on a secret, I’m a shopoholic. I am. Worse, I am a BIGGER web-shopoholic, but I’m not. Don’t know what I mean, well let me explain… I love online shopping. Groceries aside, I think I do 90% of my shopping online. It’s just so much easier. I actually save money this way, because in a store I can *easily* (and I do mean easily) get talked into more. Every danged time. So the online shopping streamlines my purchases (and I am great at searching for coupons) and makes it easier to get in and get out.

Anyway… back to the web-shopoholic.

I have several stores I frequent—I won’t bore you with which ones, because I’m not here to promote anyone. I (daily) go to these online stores and I will put several things into the cart and on the wish list (I have items on one wish list that are multiple years old). I will move them back and forth and I will talk myself into and out of dozens of things. Often.

BUT… I don’t buy most of them.

I really don’t. I look, I covet and I remove with ease. Without guilt. Sometimes with some prolonged longing, but eh, no harm no foul right?!? My web-shopping isn’t limited to one product market either. I have books galore that I will go through (though truth be told, that’s the highest percentage of what I will actually end up buying). Clothing/shoes being the next most perused. Electronics coming in a close third with food—yes food—a not distant fourth.

It’s a weird habit to have, though I supposed the web version of window shopping is better then the actual shopping—I’d be broke, broke and broke some more if I bought all the things I want online. Sure I should be writing or reading in those online moments, but those are things you need your brain completely committed to and sometimes you can’t for whatever reason. The shopping, you can move away from and come right back to without the jarring interruption. And since I don’t knit anymore, and my sewing machine is under tons of things, the online perusal is my brain-downtime. It’s a way to relax and block out the world (and come right back to if need be) I suppose.

Do you have a weird pastime? A confession you want to admit to? Is there something that takes up a lot of your time that folks might raise an eyebrow at—that you want to share? And the biggest question…do you think I’m weird?